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2002-09-05 - 10:12 p.m. Hmmm. I'm not quite sure why I was attacked with such feelings of guilt and mother hen-ism last night. It kind of reminds me of this time when I was in 9th grade, and my friend and I were waiting in the parking lot of Burger King for her mother to arrive (we had had some kind of marching band benefit party). My friend announced that she had a baaaad feeling. The silly 14 year old sheep that I was, I said I had a bad feeling too. It suddenly seemed like the sky was about to fall. Impending doom? Indigestion? Not quite... My friend's mom showed up and we told her that we strongly felt that SOMETHING was going to happen... "Yeah, it's going to rain. Look at the sky." So much for being 14 and knowing everything... Oh well. So I went back over to "Snootyville" today, hoping for a miracle job suddenly open. All I got was some habanero death chips! Now I love spicy food. I probably put about half the bottle of red hot sauce on my macaroni and cheese before I'm even satisfied. According to some people, I must not have any tastebuds. But these chips are HOT!!! Yes even for me. That was pretty much the excitement of my day. That and I turned in my application at the liquor store. Fun stuff. I'm so happy I have my useless degree! Until the next unexplainable attack of guilt, I remain... bored as all hell... 
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